If you took all the girls I knew when I was singleAnd brought them all together for one nightI know they'd never matchmy sweet imaginationeverything looks WORSE in black and white

SaturationIt gives us those nice deep colorsThe yellow of squash flowersMakes you think all the buckets are that blue, Oh yeahI got a Nikon cameraI love to take a photographSo mama don't take my Saturation away

(Dios mio, I cant even get this thank you in the right place, thank God I had the decency of cuting and pasting for my typos sake)

One of the things that became aperent to me while submitting to my cumpulsory situation (substance abuse meetings) was that it turned out I had more numbers related to my 'scape' than I had to friends and family (even including "work friends").

While thinking how this was made possible the idea that Althouse could not count among friends and family is unfortunate. (I cant tell people I come here) On my own way I have been able to get a great deal of benefit from all of you thanks to Althouse.

I'm graduating on Monday and I believe it would not have been possible w/o all of you.

This is somewhat difficult to convey given the nature of this communication. But please believe me when I tell you I'm really grateful we have found a way to communicate this way. (even if once in a while have with trolls ;)

(for Meade) - Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you.

Fred4Pres: "Squash flowers are excellent breaded and fried, tempura style" You're right, they're delicious and I keep the family tradition going. I've never made them with bread crumbs but might give that a try when they're ready to harvest this year.

If anyone wishes to see them the way Fred describes (I blogged it last September)- You can see them here:http://stoneparlart.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of-eating-flowers-voila.html

"It occurs to me that a lot of something that is lost like I invite hell to please your ignorance." Dang, I bet even babelfish could beat that. Living in Florida now, as I do, I have got to learn some Spanish.

It's the next day; I missed this last night. I hope you're doing well. I wish I could read your blog more fluently, but I'm glad you're writing, in all your languages. And I always enjoy talking with you.